If you managed to master parallel turns during your first ski trip – and you weren’t a child – hats off to you.
I didn’t. Indeed it took me three weeks in the beginners’ class until I could rely on my snow plough. And just a one week trip to realise that if I ignored the skiing bit I loved the holiday and probably a day and a half max to see the shopping opportunities unfolding in front of me. So I stuck with it.
You’ve heard of all the gear and no idea. Well that was me. Fabulous jackets. Zip neck tops galore. If you ever went skiing 30 years ago and lay in bed at night aware of only the throbbing of your ankles you’ll know why I invested in my very own boots after just a week in rented ones.
I’ve lost track of when this photo was taken but I vividly remember packing a full set of heated rollers. I’m guessing the late 80s/early 90s. Yorkshire pals may recognise Gaynor Barnes and Georgey Spanswick from YTV. How showbiz!
Ten years, and many lessons, later I was feeling pretty chilled about the whole skiing thing. Nothing to do with the empty wine glasses on the table I’m sure. I loved this jacket by Swedish brand SOS. Except it had to be removed over my head. Not the easiest manoeuvre after dashing down two flights of stairs in ski boots and queueing for the toilets in a mountain restaurant.
Fast forward to this year where, sadly, a ski helmet has long replaced that fabulous wind in the hair feeling.
Looking at these pics I was fascinated to see a theme emerging. In the space of almost thirty years I’ve moved from an orange jacket to a pinky orange one. Style Stuff in a style rut? Never.
And after more zip neck tops in boring black than I care to remember – I’ve branched out into something altogether more colourful. Thank you for the inspiration Sweaty Betty.
One thing never changes. Overpacking. History tells me I will spend the week, make up free, in my Lululemons and ancient fleece with ratty furry hood. So how did 10 pairs of ski socks (for 6 days??) various slinky t shirts, 7 lipsticks and a pair of high heeled leopard print boots find their way into my bag?
There was tons of snow in the village last week so even my favourite trainers didn’t quite cut it. Bare ankles and snow drifts don’t make for a great combo.
Thankfully I’d squashed these retro boots into my luggage. They might not scream Style Stuff but putting them on after the pain of ski boots was right up there with the blue skies and the ski tan!
Please note I desperately wanted a pair of the latest Sorels but my 90 day no shopping challenge put paid to that.
A week in these and I’m not sure I’ll ever wear heels again!